Arrow Lake sonnenlicht

ketzia bristled alongside him, and he, attuned to both her movements and the change in the scent, easily altered their path to follow down the trail of the spiked beast. the woman's low voice came again, complimenting the way he spoke; mahler blinked, steelflower stare softening somewhat as it came to rest inquisitively on ketzia.
the only other remembrance he had of commentary upon his accent was wylla, who had only sought to correct his hopeless tongue. "i believe you are the first to think so," the man chuffed in amusement, ashdark ears sweeping forward at the nearby chittering of the lowly creature. "i find it can often be awkvard, myself."
the pair had come upon it now; mahler circled slowly to the left, keeping well out of range of the long spines upon its tail. as any wolf knew in their hapless youth, such barbs were painful, and not easily removed.